[Good morning, little witches and wizards.]
[Welcome to the Daily Transmigrator Morning Express.]
[The weather is lovely today. The sun has already dispersed the fog, illuminating the beautiful scenery of Surrey.]
[Let's follow the camera as it pans over... and see what appears before our eyes.]
[Aha! It's an utterly ordinary house, home to a few Muggles. Magical, isn't it!]
[Ahem, don't go, don't go! I was just kidding.]
[This is actually the home of the famous Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter's aunt!]
[It is also Harry Potter's current residence.]
[Unfortunately, our protagonist today is not Harry Potter, but the apple of this family's eye, Dolly Dursley!]
[The gentle sunlight caresses her long eyelashes, and she is gradually beginning to stir.]
[That means we don't have much time, so please allow me to give you a brief introduction—]
[Dolly Dursley, the cherished pearl of the Dursley family and Harry's older cousin.]
[At this moment, she lies on a large, pink-themed bed, covered by a soft swan-down duvet.]
[Her dark hair is scattered across the pillow, complementing the lavender-colored pillowcase.]
[Her eyes are tightly shut, her lashes fluttering as if she's having a nightmare.]
[Her lips are pressed together, a faint blush on her cheeks, her skin as delicate as a rose glistening with dew.]
[Her breathing quickens, her body slowly curling up, still clutching her favorite teddy bear.]
[However, her grip seems a bit too strong; the teddy bear is being squeezed so tightly its waist is about to snap.]
[What a perfect little girl. So pitiful and endearing while having a nightmare.]
[If a prince were here to protect her now, she would surely cry tears of happiness, wouldn't she?]
[Wait, why did she just shoot up from the bed?]
No kidding!
Who wouldn't shoot up after being electrocuted?
Dolly internally roasted the mumbling narration in her ears.
She had just been fixing a computer when she knocked over a glass of water, falling victim to the 220-volt "divine retribution."
That was certainly a unique way to die.
Wait, wasn't she dead?
Dolly's eyes flew open, finding herself already at the peak of her ascent.
Her entire body had not only flown off the bed but was now positioned, butt-first, for a free fall.
The next moment, a wave of weightlessness hit her.
Dolly instinctively screamed, flailing her arms and legs, before crashing heavily onto the floor, landing spread-eagled.
The seemingly luxurious mahogany floorboards let out a mournful cry, splintering directly under the impact of the human cannonball.
Even the entire wooden second floor boomed in protest, sending a violent tremor through the whole house.
This was terrible luck for Harry, who had just woken up.
He felt as if the house was about to collapse. A cloud of plaster and dust covered his face, filling his mouth and nose.
Harry only had time to cough twice before his Uncle Vernon's roar echoed through the house.
"HARRY, WHAT IN THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING!"
"ARE YOU TRYING TO TEAR THE HOUSE DOWN?"
"TODAY IS DOLLY'S BIRTHDAY! IF YOU RUIN HER BIRTHDAY PARTY, I'LL HAVE YOUR HIDE!"
"As if I even have the power to do that!" Harry grumbled under his breath, figuring his cousin must have fallen out of bed again.
The tremors were getting stronger each time. When would she finally turn into a cannonball and smash right through the floor?
He'd have to stay far away when that happened, lest he get his bones broken by Dolly.
Sure enough, Vernon also came to his senses.
It was impossible for a scrawny boy like Harry to create such a commotion.
Besides him and his wife, the only one capable of such a feat was their daughter, Dolly.
"DOLLY!"
The anger on Vernon's face turned to terror. He frantically dragged his heavy body toward the second floor.
If such a colossal noise was his daughter's handiwork, then Dolly must have had a serious accident.
If she had so much as broken a bone or scraped her skin, he, as a father, would never forgive himself!
Petunia, who had been making breakfast in the kitchen, also rushed out, following her husband in a panic.
"Today is her birthday!" she cried as she ran. "It would be just awful if she got hurt today!"
"No, she won't be! Our little darling will be perfectly fine!"
Vernon finally reached the top of the stairs, panting heavily, and knocked hard on the door.
Fortunately, Dolly's voice came from inside, though her response was a bit odd.
"Who is it?"
Dolly felt odd, too.
Why did a perfect London accent just come out of her mouth?
Although her English was decent—she had passed the CET-4 exam—her spoken skills were basically zero. How did she suddenly have a flawless accent?
Wait!
She took a closer look at her current state.
Her skin was smooth, but her body was... round.
Round wrists and arms, round thighs and calves, a round stomach and bottom.
Dolly figured if she could just hug her knees to her chest, she could immediately launch a Rollout attack.
Luckily, she couldn't actually reach her own legs, so she wasn't quite a perfect sphere yet.
Dolly then smacked herself on the head. The original owner's memories flooded in, and she finally understood that she had become a transmigrator.
She had arrived in the world of Harry Potter and become Harry's little cousin.
So, what happened to Harry's big cousin, Dudley Dursley? Why had he vanished?
Dolly couldn't find the answer in her memories.
It seemed that in this world, only she had changed.
"Dolly, what on earth is wrong?"
"My poor baby, you haven't broken your leg, have you?"
Vernon was nearly in tears. He pushed Petunia aside and prepared to ram the door down.
Dolly's voice finally came again. "Dad, wait a minute, I'm not dressed properly."
Vernon froze, a look of relief washing over him.
But he immediately gave way to his wife, urging her to go in.
"Dolly, let me in," Petunia said, knocking.
"No, Mum, you can't either."
Dolly tried her best to remain calm. "I need my own space."
At these words, Vernon and Petunia stared at each other.
Then, the sorrow on Vernon's face turned to delight. "Our child is growing up! She's entering puberty."
But his expression immediately fell. "Does that mean she won't like me anymore? Teenagers always hate their fathers."
Petunia quickly comforted her husband. "How could that be? Our Dolly is the sweetest, kindest little treasure in the world."
"She would never make us sad!"
Dolly had just managed to get back on her feet. The voices outside the door weren't quiet, so she heard everything clearly.
She had received all of the original Dolly's memories and knew that, apart from her gender, her short-tempered and irritable personality was identical to Dudley's.
Dolly couldn't help but roast them internally.
Describing this little tyrant, who flew into a rage at the drop of a hat, as "sweet and kind"... wasn't that just a little bit inappropriate?
Of course, even if it was inappropriate, that was the past.
As a newcomer, Dolly decided it was best to be a good girl for now.
She had no desire to have a spell cast on her by Hagrid and end up with a pig's tail!
But just then, the requisite perk for all transmigrators arrived.
[Ding! The Frail Beauty Cultivation System has been bound. Generating starter mission...]
[Mission generation complete. Please make Harry Potter be shocked by your peerless beauty!]
That voice... wasn't it the same narrator who had been mumbling in her ear just now?